I think it goes without saying that this really hasn't been my month, yes?
Well, I left Ohio yesterday, early in the morning. Joked with the TSA agent who noticed I was bringing back sausage from Schmidt's in my carry-on. It's apparently not only OK, but pretty common. I actually asked, "Are you eyeballing my sausage?" I didn't realize how bad that could've gone until moments later.
I got on the plane, found a good seat next to two very pleasant ladies headed to Florida for a birthday celebration.
I got off the plane, got my bag and headed to car rental. I struck up a conversation with the agent about why I was renting, what kind of new car I was interested in and so forth. I requested a economy - the cheapest thing they had. She set it up in the system and said, "Now, I'm going to courtesy upgrade you to an Elantra - it's a little more substantial and I think you'll feel safer in that."
She also found me a few discounts. I'm now driving the Elantra, and it has XM. Which I have tuned to 72 - Broadway's Best! It's a nice car - it feels sturdy and safe.
I drove in the pouring rain directly to the office and parked carefully. I pulled on my coat and headed into the office. Halfway there a guy with a huge golf umbrella stopped and shared it with me the rest of the walk to the office.
People are kind. That's my point.
Now, let's switch gears for a bit.
You know how I have problems with process, documentation, being analytical, yes? Yes.
Yesterday, I wrote not one, but two emails that proved maybe I'm not completely worthless in that realm.
One of them was a summary of a meeting I was in to my new boss, outlining concerns I had with a project that our Product Developers were launching and that I'm a stakeholder in. Even as I was doodling a picture of a hand holding a steak during the meeting, I was coming up with my concerns in a bullet point list to give to the boss.
I came back to my desk, wrote it up and sent it. I was so proud, I sent it to my friend, Jim. He replied with, "Your fifth point sums up exactly what's wrong with our process".
I felt like a kid who'd just been given a gold star for her book report.
Now, bosslady hasn't said anything about it, but that's OK. I proved to myself something that I needed to know. I'm smart enough to do this. I'm organized enough to do this. I can, and I will DO THIS.
On the way home, I talked with Mom - admitted what we all know - I'm depressed. I need to eat better, rest up, exercise - you know - all the usual pain in the ass boring stuff. The meds will do their best, too.
So last night, I came home and completely crashed - I slept. I slept a lot. I finally got up about an hour ago, and I'm kind of thinking I could totally go back to bed.
But, while my thoughts may be organized, my home is not. Today I need to launder, clean, straighten and schlep. I need to buy and wrap a gift for a baby shower, and I really want to take a big bag of stuff to get shredded. I also ought to hit up the Goodwill with donations, and I've got to get to the grocery store.
I'm also thinking that Matt and I need lunch at La Hacienda. Caldo de Res, with lots of lime and cilantro. Soup heals. It does.
ae
Well, I left Ohio yesterday, early in the morning. Joked with the TSA agent who noticed I was bringing back sausage from Schmidt's in my carry-on. It's apparently not only OK, but pretty common. I actually asked, "Are you eyeballing my sausage?" I didn't realize how bad that could've gone until moments later.
I got on the plane, found a good seat next to two very pleasant ladies headed to Florida for a birthday celebration.
I got off the plane, got my bag and headed to car rental. I struck up a conversation with the agent about why I was renting, what kind of new car I was interested in and so forth. I requested a economy - the cheapest thing they had. She set it up in the system and said, "Now, I'm going to courtesy upgrade you to an Elantra - it's a little more substantial and I think you'll feel safer in that."
She also found me a few discounts. I'm now driving the Elantra, and it has XM. Which I have tuned to 72 - Broadway's Best! It's a nice car - it feels sturdy and safe.
I drove in the pouring rain directly to the office and parked carefully. I pulled on my coat and headed into the office. Halfway there a guy with a huge golf umbrella stopped and shared it with me the rest of the walk to the office.
People are kind. That's my point.
Now, let's switch gears for a bit.
You know how I have problems with process, documentation, being analytical, yes? Yes.
Yesterday, I wrote not one, but two emails that proved maybe I'm not completely worthless in that realm.
One of them was a summary of a meeting I was in to my new boss, outlining concerns I had with a project that our Product Developers were launching and that I'm a stakeholder in. Even as I was doodling a picture of a hand holding a steak during the meeting, I was coming up with my concerns in a bullet point list to give to the boss.
I came back to my desk, wrote it up and sent it. I was so proud, I sent it to my friend, Jim. He replied with, "Your fifth point sums up exactly what's wrong with our process".
I felt like a kid who'd just been given a gold star for her book report.
Now, bosslady hasn't said anything about it, but that's OK. I proved to myself something that I needed to know. I'm smart enough to do this. I'm organized enough to do this. I can, and I will DO THIS.
On the way home, I talked with Mom - admitted what we all know - I'm depressed. I need to eat better, rest up, exercise - you know - all the usual pain in the ass boring stuff. The meds will do their best, too.
So last night, I came home and completely crashed - I slept. I slept a lot. I finally got up about an hour ago, and I'm kind of thinking I could totally go back to bed.
But, while my thoughts may be organized, my home is not. Today I need to launder, clean, straighten and schlep. I need to buy and wrap a gift for a baby shower, and I really want to take a big bag of stuff to get shredded. I also ought to hit up the Goodwill with donations, and I've got to get to the grocery store.
I'm also thinking that Matt and I need lunch at La Hacienda. Caldo de Res, with lots of lime and cilantro. Soup heals. It does.
ae
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